Page 53 of Hard to Judge

“Good.” I choke. Sayingthank youandpleaseandI’m scaredwithout saying them at all. I shift his head back to Hailey and then lean close. My lips brush his earlobe. He shivers in my hold.

“If you want my cum, eat it out of her pussy.” I release my grip. “Make her come, and while you’re at it, give me your ass.”

His lust-soaked gaze swings to mine. A hint of fear lingers, but it’s chewed up by his need. “Yes, Sir.”

Arlo crawls to Hailey, making a show of displaying his delectable fucking body. His hip brushes my leg as he passes.

Fuck me.

Just that errant touch is enough to fuel me for months, but now I get to touch him, really touch him, for the first time in years.

My dick is at full mast again.

“Hello, my siren.” He runs a hand up her calf, over her thigh, and cradles her hip in his big hand. “You are so perfect. The best girl.”

Hailey snags her lip in her teeth. Her gaze flies to me in question, wanting to know if she can speak. My chest goes hot, and my head floats somewhere above my body.

Fucking hell. The obedience. The trust. This woman.

“I want to hear everything,” I announce as I reach for my bag and unzip it, trying to find a way to keep my head and heart in check with these two.

“Arlo,” Hailey rasps. Her throat is thick with desire and devotion.

I fight against the jealousy flaring hot in my gut.

I’m not resentful of their love in any way, but fucking green that I’m a guest. I should be nothing but grateful to witness their connection. To share in it, if even in proxy.

Every manner of torture and pleasure device is revealed fastened safely in their leather clips inside.

“What’s in the bag?” Her voice holds no hint of trepidation, only curiosity.

“Any kinky thing you can conjure, for the most part.” I remove two items and set them on the coffee table next to Haley’s waist.

Sunshine’s cheeks go pink as she smiles. “Two anal trainers. Three assholes in the fort. Someone’s getting left out. Doesn’t seem fair.”

Arlo’s laughter fills the cocoon of blankets and cushions. He muffles it against Hailey’s creamy thigh as he kisses her.

“Always thinking of others.” I reach into my bag and pull out the largest of the trainers. “You two can rock, paper, scissors for this one while I warm him up.” I grab the bottle of massage oil and kneel between Arlo’s legs.

I place my hand on the small of his back and refrain from smacking his ass, but only barely. “Better yet, the first one to come gets the big one.”

My best friend, the love of my whole damn life, dives into Hailey’s pussy like it’s the planet’s only water source.

“Oh fuck!” Hailey squeals.

Oh fuck is right.

I’ve died andsomehowmade it to heaven.

Must have been my charitable donations.

Arlo’s muscles are unforgiving under my touch. Every gentle stroke of my fingers finds another line of sinew, another relentless ridge. He’s hard. Hailey’s soft. They’re both more than I can fathom.

I drip oil in a line down his back and work it into his skin, shoulders down. He groans into his lover’s cunt while she curses and fights off the orgasm he’s threatening her with.

The longer I work, the looser he becomes. His ridges, while still imposing, are pliant against my fingers. “That’s it,” I coax.

I spill oil across the globes of his ass and dribble it in a waterfall down his thighs. Knowing him, I work his thighs first, rolling the dense muscles between my hands. Fuck, knowing him, I’m awed that my hands are even on his skin, much less working him over.

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